[hp] Pride and Prejudice

Aura felt that her stomach was very uncomfortable, as if there were countless rice buds rolling in her stomach.

Does this mean that she should choose between love and family?Ola thought indifferently, such a dramatic story was comparable to the serial novels she read in Witch Weekly.

But the magazine didn't say that the heroine's heart was so tormented.

uncomfortable.

Ola stared at the weather outside with lax eyes, and she thought of the rare sunshine in Hogwarts hundreds of miles away. She sat on the grass and basked in the sun with Harry.

He remembered that when he was very young, Aalto picked her up and said that she was the baby of the Egil family.

At that time, Ola held up her little fist, and she said that as long as she went to school, she would learn the spell to knock Alto into the air.

Ola cannot do without Egil.

But she remembered what Pansy said, what is good for you, gentleness, Ola thought of his hesitant eyes before leaving, she really felt suffocated, as if she hadn't breathed out after riding a flying dragon for hours.

She opened her mouth meaninglessly, but the air made her get nothing.

"Are you a Death Eater?" She laughed with difficulty, "Great, Draco and I can be friends again..."

and many more!

Did Artau warn you not to get too close to the Malfoys?

Ola suddenly thought of this, and she looked at him with an expression of disbelief and joy, and Alto immediately put down his sleeves, and returned to his previous haughty look.

She turned her head and saw that her uncle was entrusting Anita with a few words, and asked, "Then why did you run away later?"

"Don't run away?" Alto took a sip of vodka angrily, "What should I do if I don't run away? I'm waiting to be hunted down by the Dark Lord? But with this mark, I can't go anywhere, so I agreed to one person's request , do something with him, or how can I live so well after the war?"

Aura felt relieved and asked eagerly, "Is it Dumbledore?"

Aalto waved his hand roughly, and continued to drink vodka: "You will find out later!"

He doesn't usually drink much, and when he drinks, he knows everything.

Ola continued to look at him with burning eyes. Anita had already come over with some cocktails, and she smiled at Ola.

"I won't drink!" Artaud shouted, pointing to the cocktails. "These alcohols are so light, it's like water and Chinese kale with bites!"

Anita glared at him, "I didn't talk to you again." She looked at Ola, "Ola, drink some wine, it's too cold in Norway, I know you don't drink often, so you choose low-strength ones .”

Ola picked up the wine Anita gave and drank it like water.

"Happy wedding." She congratulated.

Anita smiled at her and went to her friend.

Ola looked up and looked around, and saw Allen talking to her mother, she quickly asked Alto in a low voice: "Tell me, Alto, please tell your poor daughter, is it Dumbledore. "

Aalto was impatient: "I will take you there."

"Really." She speculated, "Because you betrayed the mysterious man, you are also afraid that he will settle accounts with you this time, so you and Karkaroff were discussing countermeasures in the European Cup. Throwing me as your fiance is because he doesn't trust you, so he wants to tie you up like this?"

Ola is not forgiving: "What is your choice this time?"

"Oh," Alto was annoyed by her pestering, "I'll take you there directly. Let me tell you first, you have to endure there for a while. It smells like mudbloods and traitors. Be good, please?"

Luckily nobody in Norway made him eat slugs.

He directly grabbed Ola's hand, apportioned her to their home regardless of the severity, and then they made Floo powder and went to the Ministry of Magic, the British Ministry of Magic again, and then changed another place, and after a while At four or five places, Ola was already dizzy tormented by such a cumbersome means of transportation.

When Alto stepped out again, Ola's hair was a mess, flecks of Floo powder dusting her silver hair.

"Alto!" She rushed out impatiently, "Can you change to a better mode of transportation next time, such as riding a broom, riding our family's Ridgeback, or apparition, why do you have to use such a rude way?" ..."

Aura suddenly shut up.

This room is very gloomy, but the furniture can still see the splendor of the year: pewter cups glowing under the silver lamp, the carpet is hung with exquisite and intricate patterns, but you can see tangled spider silk everywhere , There are dusty places everywhere, and it can be seen that no one has lived in it for a long time.

But the long table has been wiped many times. Among the group of connected red hair, she saw the black-haired boy holding the dinner plate with a gloomy face at a glance. Suddenly her eyes lit up, and then she sat back with the dinner plate .

He stared at her, showing his white teeth.

Ruined.

Ola's first reaction was that he must think he was funny——

Her silver hair looked like a whelk had crawled through it, and it was floo dusty, and she was wearing a lavender dress, which was an ugly combination.

At this time, Aalto had already sat down on the chair and shouted loudly: "Kreacher! Please give me some drinkable liquid, preferably vodka, or the medical brandy from last time!"

With a bang, a nagging old elf appeared out of nowhere, and next to Aalto, there were two more bottles of wine.

Ola walked over, blushing on her face: "Alto, quickly cast a few spells on me, clean up and maintain my hair."

"Is Dumbledore there?" Altor asked. "I'm going to find him now."

"Alto!"

He turned his head impatiently and cast a few spells on her. Ola stood beside him unceremoniously, lowered her head shyly, and took a deep breath before raising her head to stare at Hermione in front of her.

"Your clothes are beautiful." Hermione hesitated.

"Thank you," Ola pursed her lips, "I just attended the wedding of my cousin and cousin."

Aalto pulled out the chair with a long creak, and swaggered upstairs.But this sentence obviously had a lot of influence on the people at the table. She saw several people looking at her in surprise, but Harry's two friends didn't - obviously he had already spoken to them.

"What was it like?" Hermione asked.

"That's it." Ron took a bite of the drumstick.

"Wear black," Sirius said wearily, "and then it's gray, and you stay there ready to dance and drink, and you might meet your marriage partner at someone else's wedding."

Ola sat on Alto's seat, "That's right."

"Do wizards get married in black?" Harry asked abruptly.

Hermione looked at him in surprise, and Ola had no doubt that the story that was stuffed in her heart had happened to him a second time.

"No," Ginny said in a joking tone, "it's just that their family is rather old-fashioned. If Bill and Fleur get married, I can guarantee that their wedding will be colorful."

Ola frowned slightly, she always felt that Ginny's malice towards her was particularly strong.

Sirius said with nostalgia: "Speaking of which, my parents got married as cousins. Originally they wanted me to marry my cousin Andromeda, and then my cousin ran away from home..."

"Married to my father," said a girl whose hair had turned from light gray to red. "You never mentioned it!"

Ola stared at her in surprise, but she also saw Sirius' expression of not wanting to answer.She reacted immediately, poured some medical brandy into the two glasses, and handed a glass to Sirius, and the two touched the glasses in a very tacit understanding.

"For ever pure Black/Egil!"

Ola swallowed the glass of brandy in one gulp, and a strong burning sensation rushed straight to the top of her head, even her ears were burning. She coughed a few times due to choking, and her face was already flushed when she got up.

"Go dance," Sirius smiled brightly, "Aphrodite!"

Before she figured out who she was dancing with, Sirius had already stood up, and he was holding her hand. Ola and he were very familiar with the first opening dance of the pure-blood family that had not changed for a hundred years. There was no music for the two of them. But it can also dance with precise movements and graceful dances, and finally the old floor kicks and taps.

It's like going to countless dances.

The old elf stood there in a rare silence, took out the worn handkerchief, and cried, "Old Kreacher remembered the past, Master Regulus and Miss Sissy danced like that..."

Accompanied by the funny crying of the old elf, the two of them danced as if no one else was there, and sat back when they were tired from dancing.

Ola couldn't wait to sit back in her seat, leaning her elbows on the back of the chair, her silver hair was disheveled, her feet in high heels stood up, decadent and beautiful.

She poured desperately into the brandy, then swallowed it in one gulp, and finally she cried and fussed over an empty bottle of brandy, like a child who didn't ask for sugar.

Everyone at the long table couldn't help but think she was funny, and they all smiled kindly.

She howled: "Not even a drop of drinkable liquid..."

"Harry, look at her," Sirius clapped his hands and laughed, "I've never seen a Caucasian who can drink so badly."

Harry put down the spoon and said calmly, "I'll send her up."

He wanted to be alone with her for a while.

Harry went over to pull her into his arms, and then dragged the drunk Olla up step by step—he didn't use the wizard's method, and the thin sweat from his back seemed to be a kind of vent for these days .

Aura was lying on his little bed, her silver hair was scattered behind her, and her gray-blue eyes were staring at him as if through a layer of fog.

"Wine!" She stretched her hand forward, "I want to drink!"

Harry said coldly: "No, you give me a good sleep."

Ola impatiently touched her body, then took out a bottle of brandy and smiled slyly: "I also secretly hid a bottle, hehe, do you want to try it?"

Harry looked at her suspiciously. She really looked like a drunk on the street, but the words she said didn't feel like drunk-probably because he hadn't had such contact with alcoholics.

"Take a sip," she said persuasively. "Your troubles will be forgotten, and you will fall in love with vodka."

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, and took the medical brandy from her hand by a mysterious accident, but he hesitated to open the bottle cap.

Ola approached, with a smell of drunkenness: "Why are you unhappy recently?"

"I dreamed that I was a snake," he slumped down on the bed, "I was very murderous in the dream, clamoring to kill someone, and bit Mr. Weasley."

Aura lay beside him, looking at him ignorantly, as if it was difficult to understand what he was thinking.

Harry opened his mouth threateningly, trying to startle her, but Olla didn't.She was grinning instead, like he was the new joke from the seasoning joke shop.

He roared angrily: "I can spy into Voldemort's mind!"

Ola continued to lie on the bed laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up, he doubted he could hear it even outside.

Harry said helplessly, "Forget it, you're a drunk."

"Just get drunk," she said with a blushing face. "Maybe using your ability, you get drunk and Voldemort drowns in the wine."

Harry thought about the scene, a bald man without a nose swimming in a river full of vodka, but it was obviously not as shocking as the cauldron full of vomit at the end of the fourth year-Peter Pettigrew kept throwing at the sky. Cleansing spell.

Why didn't it spit on Voldemort's body?

He laughed as he thought about it.

The two of them kept laughing like they were in a competition. Harry's stomach hurt from laughing at the end, and he stared at the cloudy weather outside, feeling a burst of sadness in his heart.

He picked up the glass of brandy indifferently, opened the bottle cap directly to his head, and poured a cold liquid onto the top of his head.

Aura leaned over like a cat smelling fishy, ​​biting his lips directly, and the two were robbing like wild beasts.But it wasn't the kind of initiative Harry wanted, because he was choking on the acrid sensation, an odd smell like blood, alcohol, and a myriad of uncomfortable emotional outbursts.

He couldn't breathe.

Harry pushed her away and started coughing violently, and Olla lay on the bed laughing.

"Enough!" He yelled, kicking violently at the bedside table twice, "It's not funny, it's all true, everything I say is true! I didn't lie! What I said Every sentence is true!"

It was like a strange reflection in my mind: the suspicious eyes of countless people, the slander of the "Daily Prophet", the suspicious expressions of the Hufflepuff members brought by Cedric in DA...

The pale welts on the hands are already visible on the skin - I can't lie.

"I'm not lying!" he yelled hysterically.

Ola lay on the bed, nostalgic smelling the smell of alcohol on the sheets.

Harry blushed as if he had been scalded, and he kept venting at the bedside table, screaming angrily, and Ola got up and jumped on the bed with his shoes on, and the bed made a creaking sound.

The shrill screams of girls and the roars of young beasts filled the room.

These days are too gloomy, this is the only and short-lived happiness.

Presumptuous and crazy.

I don't know how long it took, but his voice became hoarse. Harry fell headlong on the alcohol-soaked bed, and murmured, "Don't let anyone get hurt or die because of me. Please, Merlin. Let me die, I deserved to die 15 years ago..."

Ola lay beside him, yelling in a daze, "Yes... yes... I'll buy a ticket for the Tornado team..."

"...The three of us can be together." He dreamily dreamed.

Finally, feeling the warmth, Harry took her into his arms and fell asleep.

"Running Gorgon, I told you that I can do things for you," Alto came out cursing. "My only condition is that you protect my family, but this old lunatic insisted that I bring my daughter Ola out..."

There was not a single familiar silver hair at the table.

"Merlin," he walked over angrily, "is it possible that she left first?"

Hermione's mind turned quickly, and she wanted to say something, but Sirius spoke first: "She was drunk and was lying upstairs to rest."

Aalto clicked his tongue irritably, and took out a money bag from his pocket: "Wake up and call her back by herself, what kind of daughter is this, she can't even drink a little wine, let alone vodka..."

He suddenly hit a smart one, and more than half of the wine sobered up.

"I hope you will take good care of Ola in the days to come." Alto left in a hurry.

Then, after he was gone, there were yelling and the sound of things breaking and the rattling of the bedposts.Tonks pointed upstairs hesitantly, showing a look of wanting to see the situation, but was stopped by Mrs. Weasley, who said she wanted to go up.

Under the hesitant eyes of everyone, Sirius smiled: "Let's wait until tomorrow and see if Little Prong is much better than James."